Sarah laughed with good humor, perhaps she played with me, pretending to be naive, exploiting that way my facility to lyrical speeches, she escaped that way the sectarian speeches that undoubtedly accompanied her too long nights with her kibbutsnik comrades invested with a futile biblical mission.
- "Perhaps it is the way the Universe is, the way we imagine it to be, and that the existence would be the result of our imagination and that reality would be in fact a vast dream we have."
My remarks make her smile.
She always argued as to provoke me and to tease me towards hypothesis
always more intoxicating.
And I came back digging her body, with passion, without decency as to prove ourselves of the reality of
life, of being there, of pleasure, of games and of love always unsatisfied and that was no dream.
- "Have you ever played with ants?" I ask her; "You handle them with a stick, they are agitated, they do not know from where comes the evil, the
cataclysm that disturbs their habits. And yet I am there, a human being of flesh and bones. I am unable
to communicate with the ants other than by disturbing their daily life with a stick, unable to define myself to them, to transmit what I am and what I want, the fact that I am eating, that I make love, that I could die, like the ants also eat, and make love and die. They interpret undoubtedly my presence like that of a superior being, a God, their over mighty and untouchable God. Why should we not be also manipulated from above by a being of flesh and bones, untouchable, powerless to communicate his state as a being and that we would call God, Yahve or something else?"
- "Would you be yourself an ant lovely Sarah?" "That penis that whirl around your belly and that you reject constantly is not the penis of Yahve but my own impetuous penis of rigid flesh launch to the conquest of your too quiet vulva, would you be like an ant lovely Sarah, will you open yourself lovely ant, to the lyrics of that God of flesh, this impetuous lingum full of the nourishing liquid which invented life and that only wish you good?"
- "Why cannot exist over there somewhere, extraterrestrial beings, of flesh and bones or of any other
substance, of (anti-matter), living there close by, mighty and untouchable, and that perturb our life with sadism, and that are impotent to communicate, to make contact with us, and that could not fill your belly of this tasty and nourishing elixir I dispose and that your vulva reject and your throat savor with such greediness?"
She laughs and we stopped saying anything else for a moment, motionless admiring the sky.
- "You see, I would like to be elsewhere in the Cosmos, I would like a different sky, and why not three or four planets around this so beautiful moon, planets that would dance an uninterrupted ballet in front of our eyes, planets of sizes, of colors and of different trajectories, would that be marvelous."
- "And why not a lovely android-woman coming from Alpha or elsewhere and that would let herself
bewitched by this handsome stallion I surely am, Sarah would you be jealous?"
That amazed her but she seamed satisfied with this starry sky and the scintillating moon.
- "It is good like this," she said.
- "I am convince there exist somewhere else, a proof of the imperfection of our solar system, there is certainly somewhere in the Universe a planet similar to our planet around which gravitate many other
planets as close and astonishing than our most radiant moon, and that move about in a grandiose
spectacle, for other eyes than ours, other more privileged worlds, we will surely never reach."
She listens to me with passion. She looked at the sky but did not seem to share these visions with me
and that did not worry her. She pressed herself against me. And I start over again my lewd caresses, I
manipulate her oversized boobs, I sink into them head first, she pressed firmly those masses of mobile
flesh against my forefront, I nibble them, I suck them, I fed myself of the perfumes that migrate from her pores, she warbles and offers herself again, as a nourishing Mother to that dehydrated Infant.
The moon was there omnipresent. There was a sudden darkness, I was probably sleeping, when I
opened my eyes, the sky was sensibly more luminous.
The moon had gained weight, there in front of us, to the level of the horizon, in all its plenitude; it throws an
invading light into the sky.
There was an other planet lightly smaller of a clear blue color that contrast with the sparkling and patchy
whiteness of what should have been the moon; it appears at three-quarter behind it and seems to detach
from it; on the left side, an other imposing planet moves slowly from the horizon line and traces an arc
around the lunar planet, it already filled the starry sky, it was three times bigger and of a yellow color; farther away to the right, a little red planet was jumping horizontally from right to left in an erratic movement. The spectacle was hallucinating. I was absorbed by the phenomena; Sarah did not exist any more, I was surely dreaming. I was like in an other state of consciousness, a state of cosmic
consciousness.
I was euphoric by the sight of the spectacle, I had strange sensations, almost sexual, the planets became animated, they played an incredible ballet in the infinite Cosmos, like if the spectacle was only performed for myself.
